(one two three)



Wake up and check the mail

open to find a letter from you 

but all i find are missing children



turn on the morning news

open to see the resemblance of you 

but all i see are missing children



tell me, do you miss me like a missing child?



trying to start my day

pouring the coffee

reach for the milk and the carton says

have you seen these children



so i go to church and pray

down on my knees when the plate comes 

and please give what you can for missing children



oh tell me, do you miss me like a missing child?



and i do feel bad for faces in my face all day

but the circumstance

means i can't think of anything but you

no i can't care for anyone but you



so i try to get away

a whole different place

but the sign are the same 

there's always more

more missing children



and when i close my eyes

i used to dream sweet dreams of you

now all my dreams 

are missing children



and i miss you, i miss you like a missing child

and i miss you, i miss you like a missing child

a missing child

a missing child